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That Guy
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Lately I've been sitting in my apartment seemingly afraid to move.
I've been meaning to write this thread for a few days but I just couldn't get myself motivated to move.
I really have completely given up on myself. I have no job. I haven't worked in days. I haven't looked for jobs. I'm financially and emotionally ruined. Creditors are calling me and I haven't given my number to a girl in at least a year.
I haven't left my room in almost 3 days. Even doing simple tasks like eating and doing laundry have become a chore. I spend my time either surfing the web or attempting to sleep. Sometimes I jump in the shower just to feel the water run over me. Masturbation is my new lifestyle, recycling regrets my new hobby.
I just don't care about anything.
I feel that somehow I am too afraid to do anything anymore.
Thoughts of hurting myself and suicide cross my mind daily. I know neither of those things should be what I want, but the thoughts come uninvited. Sometimes I'm tempted to just grab a knife and just cut a little. I just want to bleed this honeysuckle out of me. I know that sounds ridiculous. It sounds ridiculous to me now as I read it. But that's how I feel.
I would like to think that a girlfriend or at least some feminine presence in my life could restore some of my vitality. I know that isn't true. Some sex would be wonderful, but just holding someone is what I need right now. Some comfort comes as my sister and some relatives call to ask how I'm doing. It's hard to explain to them. They tell me to go look for jobs or go back to school, to move myself. I don't know how to tell them about this feeling. It feels like I have weights on my limbs. My mind is swimming in numbness. I just want to lay down and slide into a grave, just to finish this honeysuckle already.
I had hope once. I had some confidence. I thought at my age I could stroll right into a decent job and into the arms of a nice girl.
Failure all the way.
I realized today why a lot of people stay single all their lives. They live like me: they are too afraid to live and too afraid to die.
I'm sick of failing. I'm sick of being alone. I'm sick of not being able to approach strange women. I'm sick of watching people around me succeed and live happy lives. I'm sick of being 24 and feeling like I'm already dead.
I'm not just lonely anymore.
I'm sick of living.
I've been meaning to write this thread for a few days but I just couldn't get myself motivated to move.
I really have completely given up on myself. I have no job. I haven't worked in days. I haven't looked for jobs. I'm financially and emotionally ruined. Creditors are calling me and I haven't given my number to a girl in at least a year.
I haven't left my room in almost 3 days. Even doing simple tasks like eating and doing laundry have become a chore. I spend my time either surfing the web or attempting to sleep. Sometimes I jump in the shower just to feel the water run over me. Masturbation is my new lifestyle, recycling regrets my new hobby.
I just don't care about anything.
I feel that somehow I am too afraid to do anything anymore.
Thoughts of hurting myself and suicide cross my mind daily. I know neither of those things should be what I want, but the thoughts come uninvited. Sometimes I'm tempted to just grab a knife and just cut a little. I just want to bleed this honeysuckle out of me. I know that sounds ridiculous. It sounds ridiculous to me now as I read it. But that's how I feel.
I would like to think that a girlfriend or at least some feminine presence in my life could restore some of my vitality. I know that isn't true. Some sex would be wonderful, but just holding someone is what I need right now. Some comfort comes as my sister and some relatives call to ask how I'm doing. It's hard to explain to them. They tell me to go look for jobs or go back to school, to move myself. I don't know how to tell them about this feeling. It feels like I have weights on my limbs. My mind is swimming in numbness. I just want to lay down and slide into a grave, just to finish this honeysuckle already.
I had hope once. I had some confidence. I thought at my age I could stroll right into a decent job and into the arms of a nice girl.
Failure all the way.
I realized today why a lot of people stay single all their lives. They live like me: they are too afraid to live and too afraid to die.
I'm sick of failing. I'm sick of being alone. I'm sick of not being able to approach strange women. I'm sick of watching people around me succeed and live happy lives. I'm sick of being 24 and feeling like I'm already dead.
I'm not just lonely anymore.
I'm sick of living.